𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 :
AZELIA INHALED THE SMELL of the freshly picked orange flowers. she was strapped into her car seat that was inside mason's car, a small basket of flowers sat neatly on her lap. the two had just finished going flower picking in a field that he rented out.
after taking sage on a date, he thought it was only right that he took azelia out for a daddy-daughter day too. a few days prior, he asked her what she wanted to do and flower picking was the first thing that came to mind.
after picking a various array of flowers, one of the land owners put it together as a bouquet for the two to take home. mason wrote a cute message on a little card, while azelia signed it with a messily scribbled 'A.'
mason's car was still parked as he scrolled through google maps, trying to find somewhere to eat. much like sage, azelia was a picky eater. she refused to try anything new and her go to order was always chicken nuggets and chips.
"what should we eat azzy?" he asked, knowing her answer anyways. he turned around in his seat and saw the toddler putting on what she called her 'thinking face.'
"nuggies?"
"t.g.i's it is then," he spoke to himself before putting the address of the nearest restaurant into waze. "music?" he asked his daughter again.
"baby!"
mason hummed in approval and shuffled azelia's favourite album, my turn. the intro to emotionally scarred began to play through the car speakers as mason pulled off.
"MUMMY SAID YOUR NOSE IS BIG," azelia blurted out while munching on some chips. the two were opposite each other in a booth, azelia sitting on a booster seat so she could be seen over the table.
mason perked an eyebrow as he thought about his daughter's observation. his initial reaction was to let out a string of swear words and claim that sage's was too. but since he was in the presence of his kid, he only chuckled and screwed his face up.
"well, mummy wasn't lying," he pulled a half arsed smile. "are you gonna eat those?" he pointed to one of azelia's chicken strips before taking one.
"hey! that's mine," the child frowned. a smile quickly replaced it when mason put a couple of his chips on her plate to make up for it. "thank you daddy."
"of course."
the two continued to eat as they planned the rest of their day. it was only two in the afternoon and azelia was nowhere near tired. mason's goal was to give her the most eventful day possible, so that she would be sleeping like a baby by the end of the night.
mason had promised to take azelia to smyths to buy her a new scooter, since she somehow left the last one in paris. he was sat on his phone, waiting for azelia to finish eating. "you eat like a sloth."
"you look like a sloth."
"yeah well you're built like a bounty bar."
"no, you."
"your fivehead is wham mate," he shot back, leaning into the booth knowing he won the argument, but he was taken aback when azelia threw another insult his way.
